Category: Books

In all honesty, they’re not novels, not yet–if that makes any sense. I need to do a better job of selling myself–so my vaunted superiors think–so instead of working in the salt mines, I thought I’d remind our dear readers that I’ve already published a pair of books, and more are on the way. I hope none of that came across as facetious. I can’t really seem to help it. I read into these things too much. Anyways, my most recent publication is a work entitled Goliath Thunder: Sacrifice, a collection of four short stories, one of them really more a novella, which detail the ups and downs and joys and miseries comorbid with the soldier’s life in a long off century, “sacrifice” being the attendant theme. It’s good. You should read it. There’s a lot of giant robots, titillating violence, and the sort of sweeping illustrations that required long hours with the editor before we deemed them appropriate for publication. (Linky) Its immediate predecessor is a rather shorter work entitled “Sagas of the Iron Hearts: Fragments,” my first publication. It is also a collection of four short stories that occur within the same universe as Sacrifice, but they are Read More …

So I’m releasing a book, very shortly. The hard copy will be available very soon at a cost of $15.00, and on this thirtieth of this month the Kindle edition will be released at a cost of $2.99. I could spend some time discussing what’s in the book, what it’s about, but I think I’ll let its description do the work for me. Four stories, five players, and the unrelenting sensation that you can never go home again, Goliath Thunder: Sacrifice continues the long suffering tales of its predecessor The Sagas of the Iron Hearts: Fragments, elucidating the unimaginable victories and bitter defeats of the ironclad vanguards of the distant future. On battlefields of yet unrealized worlds, the very soil trembles, resounding painfully in the ears of a commander of cavalry, his vehicles poised on the hill, while with trepidation, whirling his eyes about, he grimly awaits the sight of those cyclopean limbs soon to be cresting the apex of that horizon hill. And while he awaits and grits his cross within his teeth, coming from the far horizon, with leaps and bounds to exceed the finest skimmer to ever grace human hands, a steel tower of finely-wrought legs and Read More …

The following is the first of five short stories from my recently published book, The Sagas of the Iron Hearts: Fragments, which can be found here and the Kindle Edition here. If you enjoyed it, you can peruse at your will the remaining four for the low low price of $5.99 paperback and $0.99 kindle edition. Every sale is a step towards paying my utilities and a step away from being evicted from my meager lodgings by my girlfriend, whose mother warned her about me. Anyways: The Fall 1. Lost amidst the infinite specks of starry sky there hurtled through the void an errant youth huddled within the still belly of a metal monolith. The dusky ovaloid capsule—engraved with the ancient production markings of an age beyond memory, scored and seared with centuries of use—was a thing monstrous, several stories in length. The wild-eyed youth of fluttering heart, the traveler comfortably enshrouded within the armored auspices of the soaring bulwark, could strangely think only of his own inconsequence—how small he was against the titanic backdrop of stars and galaxies that would dwarf him just as easily as the events at hand—and his own part in them. Dread ruminations of catastrophic failure, that there Read More …